This small county town in the hinterland of Guyue has a very ethereal name - Canglan.

Of course, there is no heroic sea in the small county, but after Tianmu Mountain, you can see a river called Canglan.

The stone walls in the distance are majestic, and the smoke is ethereal; There are also Lin Tao bursts like the sound of a flute, the waterfall flows, and there is no cave.

Although the landscape is beautiful, the road is also tiring and rugged.

Ye Mushen was dressed in white, with a hat on his head and a painting tube on his back, and his body was slender and straight, which was particularly eye-catching in this not prosperous town.

During the rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River, the air smells of damp grass and earth, which he is not used to.

But he couldn't say why, but this place gave him a strange sense of déjà vu.

Along the way, Ye Mushen hardly stopped to rest, and he didn't sleep well at night.

It's okay to work hard, it's just that Yingxiao is a little resentful of him, so he has to coax him a few words.

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The bank of the Canglan River is deserted, there are only a few green maples around, and the river surface is rippled by the rain.

A small figure held an oil-paper umbrella disproportionate to its size, and walked hesitantly towards the end of the causeway.

At the end of the causeway, a man in a green robe stood with his hands in his hands.

He didn't hold an umbrella, but he seemed to be able to communicate with the breath of this side of heaven and earth, and the aura around him was cold and cold, and the rain consciously avoided him, and fell to the ground in a diagonal direction around him.

Tianqiu came behind him and wrinkled his nose, "It's enough to buy an umbrella for a few copper coins, and it looks cool to shelter from the rain in this way, but it's too pompous, right?" It's not like Master, he's an old man......"

Liu Shengming turned his head and stared at him gloomily, seeing that Tianqiu was speechless for a moment.

He saw that only Tianqiu was coming, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes for a moment, "He regretted it?" ”

Tianqiu blinked sincerely, "Master is different from me, he will never regret what he says. ”

"What about the others?"

Tianqiu handed over a purple clay jar, "Master asked me to give this to you." ”

Liu Shengming took it and opened it to look at it, and said in a deep voice, "You take me to see him." ”

Tianqiu's head shook like a rattle, "No, no, no, Master is already like this, and if you see it again, you will vomit blood in anger......"

"You take me, I can help him."

"If you lie to others, forget it, I won't fall for you," Tianqiu Chao Liu Sheng, "You don't want to help him at all, and you can't help him, otherwise Master won't be ...... all these years"

"Little Master?" An unfamiliar voice suddenly came from behind Tianqiu.

Yanagi and Tianqiu looked at the man together.

He looked to be in his early twenties and dressed as a swordsman.

There was a hint of doubt in the former's eyes, and the latter seemed to be a little scared.

Tian Qiu touched his eye-catching short white hair, "Little brother donor, do you know me?" ”

The man stared at Yanagi Ming, and his eyes were not inferior to his bewilderment.

After a while, he came back to his senses and said to Tianqiu, "Little Master Tianqiu, we had a discussion more than a year ago, in Izumo Kuniji Zen Temple, don't you remember me?" I'm ......."

When Tianqiu heard the words "Jichan Temple", his dark and innocent eyes were instantly filled with complex emotions.

didn't listen to him, as soon as his body moved, he disappeared in front of the two at an astonishing speed.

The man was slightly embarrassed and glanced at Liu Shengming, and the corners of his mouth twitched, "Little Master's temper hasn't changed, but his light skills have become more powerful......"

Yanagi's gaze fell on his sword, "You have this in your hand...... Is it the Yuxue Sword? ”